[center][color=6ecff6][h1]Kosara Sal Valas[/h1]
[b]Location[/b]: [/color]Deep Space[/center]

	The starfighter was drifting aimlessly across the sea of stars. Kosara just stared out the cockpit, the sounds of her former companion’s druid was ringing through the communications, but she made no noise. This was madness, this was absolute madness! She ran a hand through her hair, green eyes filled with mixture of horror and manic amusement. She burst out into loud mad laughter… and kept on laughing as she watched the broadcast.

	Everything they fought for!!!! Everything they killed for! EVERYTHING THEY DIED FOR! For the very thing they protected to turn against them like this!!! She laughed and dammit couldn’t do anything else as tears ran down her face. There was nothing she could do. NOTHING. She lost Vala… The jedi had actually sacrificed herself to push her out of danger and that made Kosara feel like dying inside. The manic laughter slowly was being replaced by the cries of pain. Sure she wasn’t a devout Republican if anything, but she did consider the Jedi a good thing for the galaxy. Heck she spend almost two years now fighting for and with a jedi. Kosara wasn’t ashamed to admit that she probably harbored feelings for Vala, but she would have never told the jedi in question. Now that chance was forever gone and scenarios of ‘what ifs’ raced through her head.

	She gulped, hearing some of the beeping of the droid finally.[color=6ecff6]” What? I can’t do anything… the jedi order is gone!” [/color]She snapped back at the lil droid and ran her hand through her hair.[color=6ecff6]” Sorry… I’m so sorry… I know you lost your master.” [/color]She stated quietly and bit her lower lip. She wanted to mourn Vala, but now was not the time. She wanted to also survive and possibly enact revenge on the … Emperor. A tall impossible order given the fact he’d be as protected as he could and something was seriously messed up, she had no idea how he had managed this, but given he managed to install himself as an Emperor, supposedly survived a jedi ambush, had control over the vast clone armies and everything else, her getting to him was unlikely. The only thing she had going for her was that she wasn’t a jedi, nor a padwan. She was a merc and her partnership with Vala began when the war was already ongoing, so maybe she had better chance to get lost in the paperwork. That said, her flying a ship reserved mainly for Jedi, was a rather huge give away.

	[color=6ecff6]“I should ditch the ship… and you, sorry little guy.”[/color] She stated, looking at the droid.[color=6ecff6]” Maybe I can get you a decent place, but where can I go hide and ditch this without getting chased to the end of the … Empire?”[/color] She asked to herself. Thinking about it, maybe she could go to Nar Shaddaa… as a merc she knows a few people there, but then again, the Smuggler’s Moon wasn’t save at the best of times and this wasn’t the best of times. Tatooine maybe? That was sadly out the option as well, a bit too far and while backwater and good place to hide, it doesn’t exactly house a lot of resources of opportunities. If she ditches the fighter there, she wouldn’t be able to get another ship to leave easily and likely nobody would buy this thing for decent cash. Many planets ran through her mind and all of them she shot down as options.  Kosara even considered doing a mad run to Corusant to attempt a suicide mission to kill the bastard Emperor, but her instinct for preservation kept her from it, no matter how tempting it was.

	She had considered so much and everything went back to the futility of it. There wasn’t a clear path for her to take now. She was lost in the middle of space with no idea where to head to after all. Maybe… she should return back to being a wandering merc and move to the Outer Rim? Granted her going with this ship wasn’t as likely, she wasn’t a Jedi and didn’t have the ability to spend absurd amounts of time in static posture meditating on the force. She’d need to get on a proper transport in the end and abandon the fighter. As much as it hurt to leave, she had to survive, but maybe just staying here a bit longer wouldn’t be too bad. She was tired… Needed a bit of rest.

	As she decided and had allowed herself to begin slipping out of consciousness, a beeping noise tried to pull her attention. She vaguely opened her closed eyes to check what it was as the droid had apparently picked up an emergency message… on the frequencies usually used by Jedi. She stalled, eyes flung wide as she tried to decide if she should listen to it. In the end she did, she had a saving people thing and she wanted to help after all. Just like how she and Vala did until now. Help people and save them from bad guys. After listening to the message, she knew a possible destination. Maybe she could go to Jedha? It wasn’t too far, she’d get there fast enogh. One ship wasn’t much, but with smart flying, she could provide support to the Jedi there.

	She barely took a moment to decide. In a flurry of motion, the previously dark and silent starfighter came to life as all the screens, light indicators and everything else was now working, the kockpit filling with warm light.[color=6ecff6]” Alright, D2-Z1, we are head to Jedha. Gonna try to help the Jedi there… Oi Don’t sass me, who's the pilot here? I know it’s dangerous. But I WILL HELP.” [/color]She repeated as she set the course and engaged the hyperdrive.